prairie river flowing
Be like the prairie river flowing,
and freeze and thaw with the seasons.
Neither arctic winds nor scorching heat dare
turn your stones below its still waters.
You have been there since the first of man,
and with the last one, you bleed on.
Still through you the tides ebb and flow-
come drought, come bounty, withers and fills.
But through it all,
your soul moves
a restless current of a changing land.